In our last house (open fields and quite isolated) we had a phemale pheasant called Phergie. She too was tame and came up to our feet (should that be pheet?) in spite of our three cats sitting watching. We also had Mr Magniphicent, a superb male pheasant with shining copper/golden plumage, but he never seemed to phancy Phergie.

I turned Countryfile over Thompson, as it upset me to see the poultry squashed together in cages and pens. I try to source local free-range eggs from our neighbours, but I suppose they too will need to watch out for avian flu. Sad state of affairs isn't it?